NOTHING LEFT There is nothing left I can do. I’ve done all I could and much more, always. I’m at the dead end. Finally, it seems. Maybe I’ve been at this spot for quite awhile, but didn’t know it. It is so terribly sad. I can no longer continue. Too much has been taken, too little given. No balance, no prospect for the sharing I need. Your indifference intolerable. Your promises stillborn. Trust, already deeply damaged, evaporated.
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